What the fuck is this? |
Ghetto huh?
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Born here...reborn.
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Ah, it smells like a plan in the hallways,
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Where is the place for young prostitutes, that's it.
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There they blow up with them (ba-baaah).
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Collectives on garters or crowbars,
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My rap here is familiar like,
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In my opinion, he didn’t say that breaking the law is in fashion.
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What the hell? |
Whisper to mom?
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That a son with a backpack is not at school, but in the trash.
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Ah! |
young lips,
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Green chiki, short skirts.
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I'm talking about sex, yes, but oh my god
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Climb somewhere, and now march home.
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I see we know how to live well, daughter
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Only parashok is not chic. |
Dot.
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And you won't dream of me
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Yes, like others, who needs a walking harlot?
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Hips in the blood, young rags.
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Can you do everything? |
An honest lie.
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Tell me girl, did I scold me for the evening at home,
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Or someone once a virgin chal?
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No need to lie, or what? |
It's kind of corny to say that your antics are not
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happy mother?
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I forgot the boy at the house, confiscated the mobile,
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If I met someone like that, a fucker would come to a moron.
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Or did you think I'm telling you to keep count.
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Stuff 122 cabins and a loop on the shoulder.
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Yes? |
I love the bull and I love the bitch.
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Yes? |
Got it wrong? |
Stop, bitch, what are you?
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Heard what you wanted, right?
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And morality went to the bottom, but crawled out badly.
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The ideological core is killed and forgotten at once,
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Like a miscarriage eaten by the toilet.
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How can I change and become outside,
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How to call you write down, and how not.
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How can I change and become outside,
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How to call you write down, and how not.
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How can I change and become outside,
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How to call you write down, and how not.
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How can I change and become outside,
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How to call you write down, and how not.
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Did I teach someone?
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Not a teacher, no!
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Pozhet knocked out on an unlucky initiative?
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God forbid, nonsense. |
In this city
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In principle, there can be no other rap.
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The principle is that there can be no absurdities here.
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Girls of 15 sleep in other people's apartments.
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Evidence in the form of an apple warms a pencil case for a schoolboy,
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warm pocket,
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Fucking cash
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The pipe went for a gram.
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The mentality is such, the priority is bad.
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Grass-vivat, blue-salute.
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I cannot influence
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I do not offer a way.
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This is not my charm, not my merit,
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Your child is far from a miracle.
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... dishes
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The smell of poison is jurisdictional,
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Already have experience, as well as a record
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I did not impose bliss, everyday life is to blame.
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Such a program is soldered into the gene. |
the code.
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How can I change and become outside,
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How to call you write down, and how not.
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How can I change and become outside,
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How to call you write down, and how not.
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How can I change and become outside,
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How to call you write down, and how not.
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How can I change and become outside,
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How to call you write down, and how not. |